The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

A Glimpse Beneath

Sentinel

Home Base

Laine, Oklahoma, USA

December 5th, 2019

Sentinel stared through the one-way glass at Gear, listening to him rant. Their captive had been locked up for over an hour and hadn't shut up since Ranger and Vyper had tied him to a chair. He seemed to flip between threatening their lives and pleading for his own like he was a light switch. Currently, he was going on about how he'd have them all killed and fed to his dogs. How their bodies would never be found.

It was a good show, but even Sentinel didn't feel overly threatened by him at this point. Maybe it was the fact that his arms, legs, and neck were all secured to the chair by rope, but he could be wrong. Beside him, Fang and Ranger were talking about what they needed to get from him. Making sure that they weren't leaving anything out.

"Alright, I think we've got everything that we need. I'm going in." Fang said.

"Do you have a plan?" Ranger asked.

"You know I do." Fang pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on, the glass tinted dark enough that it completely hid his eyes.

"Sunglasses is your plan?" Ranger smirked as he spoke, and Sentinel couldn't help the snicker that escaped from his lips.

"Oh, just shut up and watch." Fang grinned. He exited the room, but went right towards the main room rather than towards the interrogation room. He was replaced almost immediately by Oracle.

"Does he actually have a plan?" Sentinel asked Ranger.

Oh,, he definitely does," the sniper answered. "He doesn't plan things like this the same way that he does mission. He has a few ideas to make him talk, and they get steadily more drastic. When I asked if he had a plan, I meant does he have a way to make him talk easily. And he does."

"Why do you think he plans them differently?" Sentinel asked. He was, as always, curious to learn more about his teammates. He was mildly disappointed when Ranger shrugged, but Oracle answered instead.

"It's because he's the only one in there," She said, not even looking up from her computer screen. "He's the only one at risk of getting hurt, so he doesn't need to be as meticulous about taking care of us."

Sentinel looked at Ranger, who just shrugged again. Before he could ask more, however, the door to the interrogation room opened and caught all of their attention.

"Hello, Gear." Fang's voice was nothing but ice and steel. He had changed clothes, now wearing a pair of black jeans and an old set of tactical boots. His shirt was missing, but his sunglasses were still on. Beside him, Sentinel felt Oracle stiffen for a moment before relaxing again. He shot her a look around Ranger, but she was focused on Fang.

"Fang." Gear's voice was the quietest that Sentinel had heard it, not that that was saying much. "Soul told us that you died."

"I did." Fang grinned. "Hell's nice."

"Always the joker.," Gear said, his voice getting louder again. "So instead, you're with that group of freaks who-"

Whatever Gear was going to say next was cut off as Fang slapped him, the sound like a gunshot in the small room.

"Say that again and I'll stop holding back." Fang said, his voice betraying no emotion.

"Oh please, like you could ever beat me," Gear's voice sounded smug, and Sentinel found himself hoping that Fang would slap him again. Did he actually think that he could beat Fang? "After all, you were always too scared to fight me before."